How We Met
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  • Reads 1,058
  • Votes 78
  • Parts 18
  • Time 26m
Complete, First published Jun 08, 2017
Hi.....My Name is Saeyara Hitori....
I am a High School girl with many bullying experiences in my past schools.
I am a lonely, quiet, and mysterious girl whom wants to be alone and not get disturbed by my bullies...

I once had a boyfriend who was titled "The hottest boy in school".
I was very much happy and outgoing then...but because of him...
I changed....
We dated for a good 24 hours but the moment I turned around...
I see him sucking the face of a different girl, whom was titled "The Hottest girl".

To be honest...
I thought he would make me happy...

I have been lonely and friendless because of him saying that I cheated on him. Then...people started to bully me....
Calling me names when I was the one cheated on...

Sometimes...I wished...
"Can there be people there who would believe me?"
"Will there be friends out there that I can laugh, cry, fight and die with?"
I cry myself to sleep every night in bed...

But that all changed when I met him....
Now you might think...
"Have'nt you learn your lesson yet?"
Well...I have...but...
My story....
May have a twist...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WARNING: 
Not intended if the story sums up to yours...
People are my own OC...
Art was made by rightful owner..
But cover made by me..
Plot belongs to me...
The cover photo was made by me.

And please do not copy this book..

Hope you enjoy!!!
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